The Girl Who Dreamed of Creation

Chapter 1: Dreaming of a BlueBox

Annabelle

Who?

That's the question since he first announced his presence; silence will fall, a question shall be answered...

That's not yet though.

Ever since I was a little girl I've been dreaming of a blue box and a man, this mans face changes, although my dreams stopped after 'the moment' happened and I thought that this was a sign to grow up. One thing you never want to do: grow up...

When I turned 13 they started again. I thought I was losing my mind. After my 14th birthday my friends started ignoring me and talking behind my back , this annoyed me. But I left it alone and learnt to love the homey feel of isolation.

If someone had of asked me what happened in these dreams of mine, I wouldn't tell them.

Why?

Because technically these were not dreams, they were nightmares about a Time Lord from Gallifray, a far off planet, he who could sometimes see me and include me, whilst there are other times, these times are hard and uncomfortable as when they cannot see me they walk through me, this leaves me feeling empty, like someone ripped out my heart and took a sledgehammer to it right in front of me. Because of this I have learnt to stay back. Besides it saves all of us from feeling like there is a ghost in the room: they feel cold, I feel heartbroken.

When I started high school at the age of 11 I had never thought that my life could change and would be so much different by the time I started 4th year (for my GCSE'S). Just before the first half-term of my 4th year, the halloween holidays, I started taking seizures. My sister Amelia, although if anyone but me were to call her that she would throw a fit, has always been there for me. Always got my back and constantly by my side and this was no different. She understands me. She doesn't think that I'm crazy or anxious or that I need mental help, she genuinely cares for me.

She really is a big help. Our Aunt Sharon doesn't care all that much (for either of us), she's never really in the house, mostly out with her latest squeeze.

When Amelia was 7 and I was 6, The Doctor came to our house and crash landed in our back garden with his TARDIS that he stole from Gallifray. This was his 12th reincarnation or as it's known by Time Lords 'regeneration' - but he called himself The 11th Doctor - he was not yet finished but the engines had caught fire and he had crashed the TARDIS in all her glory.

FLASHBACK

* We have always had a crack in our wall, though it would constantly yell "Prisoner Zero has escaped, Prisoner Zero". Amelia can't hear the voices but I can, they scare me. When The Doctor came falling from the vortex of time, he asked us if it frightened us, Amelia thought he meant the way a grappling hook had flown out of such a small police box from the sixties and him ranting about the swimming pool in the library, he actually meant the crack in our wall. Amelia and I had both replied "yes" and The Doctor then had a sudden craving for apples, he ended up not liking it - who could blame him though? Then there was beans on toast, one bite and he was throwing it out the window and yelling at it to "stay out". When he finally noticed that Amelia had a Scottish accent and I didn't he asked

"Why?"

My answer was to be a mystery because by then the bacon he had asked for Amelia to make was ready.

You know what never made any sense to me?

How The Doctor could be so lonely yet surround himself with so many friends...

The answer to that is something I do not know yet as I have only met him in this form once.

For a fleeting moment all was well, that was until he thought bacon was poison and we got bored and let him raid the cupboards. He eventually made himself fish fingers and custard. Amelia had icecream. And I got the best treat of them all, Betty Crocker's chocolate fudge icing - frozen!

After we'd eaten dessert, we headed upstairs where he scanned the crack using his sonic screwdriver. He then said, "Do you ever hear about adults say 'it's alright' and you know they're lying?"
Amelia replies, "Yes. Why?"

The Doctor then says, "it's gonna be alright."

Then he clutches his chest in pain and groans. He sprints out of the house wincing all the way back to the TARDIS and yells "The engines are on fire, I'll be back in 5 minutes"

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That was the last we saw him for the next 12 years. Personally at least. I had dreams of a world ending, a beautiful world with 2 suns and snow capped mountains. I dreamt mostly of The Doctor and his previous regenerations but also of stars dying and realities collapsing. The prison on the other side of the wall never once spoke out loud again. I could still hear it. A telepathic link between me and the Atraxi, the prison guard.

I wonder when the Doctor shall return...
Not if, when.
And what he might look like when he does?